User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212/@comment-4677325-20190629055313

Clearly taken with surprise by the mole he was walking beside, the shrew went silent for a few moments, as if readjusting, before holding the utensil back out towards him.

"'Ere... I don't need et, matey. Ye c'n keep et. I'm, er..." He took a deep breath to calm and steady himself.

"I'm Scrubs."